can't light No more of your darkness All my pictures Seem to fade to black and white I'm growing tired And time stands still before me Frozen here On
then And you were my light when it was dark How did we lose our way, How did we fall apart 'Cause something in our kisses Said love would never end And
can't light no more of your darkness all my pictures seam to fade to black and white I'm growing tired and time stands still before me frozen here on
I can't light no more of your darkness all my pictures seam to fade to black and white I'm growing tired and time stands still before me frozen here on
everyday I see you in some other face They crack a smile, talk a while And try to take your place My memory serves me far too well I just sit here on
I can give you all the lovin' that your heart desires If you ain't got time for me I'll find another Fantasy. You take someone's heart And you kick it around Keep on
I have serious news to pass on to every-body What I'm about to say Could mean the world's disaster Could change your joy and laughter to tears and pain
: The clock was always ticking And your heart, Yes I know your heart is always on the run George: I hate what I've become But I'm still gonna leave you And
my legs from me look around and I'll be still there Like Michael(?) countin money in my wheel chair All day every day roll It up celebrate How you niggas ever figure me and
, that James Worthin, zone six, (Julius Erving) Set my dunk on (Julius Erving) ride through the six like George Gervin (Gucci Mane) see the feet, on the fleet, white cleats on
lights in the air And don't forget that the funk Mob is everywhere Don't be standing on the verge of gettin' it on And George'll be the first to tell
Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts Hold on, who turned the lights on? Word to my microphone and preach on Brother, that's that bullshit
each coast, and you test who's the best Thank God Jehovah, Allah and Buddha bless People, no sequel cause I might be dead next week And after next week
straight Thugged out Heavy metal, extreame ghetto and bugs And only converse on my pedal 'cuz all I wear is chucks While I'm greasin' G all down on my drawers And
can get some sleep on the bus. Try to. Got that show tomorrow, so make sure you get that rest. All right, before you miss that bus. The last one, and
and line dancing Just ain't what they really want Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek And where it's George Strait 'til real late
Some moments of pleasure I think about us lyin' Lyin' on a beach somewhere I think about us divin' Divin' off a rock, into another moment The case of George
, oh yeah So close I can taste it now baby So close In the absence of security I made my way into the night Stupid cupid keeps on calling me And I see
